Frankly, Michaël had never felt that, it was like an oppressive feeling, a tension in his chest that suffocates him and soothes him at the same time. He found himself wondering what it would be like if he had to tell her, confess to her and they got together, he didn't know if he would refrain from always wanting to take her in his arms and cover her with tenderness. and caresses. Emma is so cute that he always wants to watch over her, which is why he wanted to be here today at all costs.He knows he's acting like a complete idiot right now turning his back on her like that but he has no choice, right now he can't control his heartbeat and his brain has shouted at his body to calm down, nothing helped and he was there sweating profusely like a loser. He takes a deep breath before recovering, she has to go to work and it's not up to him to make her late.He turns around and looks at her with great tenderness, his unfailing smile when he sees her still there, then he pauses for a moment

The weekend ended with a lot of restraint, at least on my side, because Michaël continued with his low masses and it was frankly starting to annoy me. I knew he was hiding something that had to do with me, I didn't know what it was but it was obvious it wasn't my birthday.It's still way too far to think about it.I'm not even sure he knows the date although nothing is sure with him, I don't know how but he always manages to find out what he wants from me and to surprise me even when I'm on my guard. Not that I don't like it, but it often happens in a young girl's life that she wants to have her secret garden and with Michaël around, it's obvious that I won't be able to.So that's why if he knows my every secret I want to do the same about him but the level of malice between us is different because for days he's been hiding his secret from me I couldn't find the slightest clue.And here is the weekend that ended – oh yes the next day, that is to say, Sunday Jeanne decided to accompany

Michaël had arrived in class on time for once, it felt good not to always arrive after the teacher arrived and to have to draw everyone's attention to yourself. This time he wasn't going to be the one everyone was going to ogle with either fake admiration or envy. He hated hypocrites more than anything and he knew that there were many in that class looking at him with clear and dishonest intentions – at least all of them except her.Emma is not like them, she looks at him with her heart and it's the most tender that exists. He opened the door to the classroom burying his neck up to his face in his coat, there was a kind of cacophony in the classroom which suddenly stopped when he entered and it made him angry. Even when he arrived on time he had to attract attention. He didn't like it and more when he heard everyone greeting him.They were way too polite to him and it annoyed him beyond reason, all those interested smiles and calculating eyes, it pissed him off royally but one thing m

Michaël took me in front of the teacher who was looking at him as if he had just seen a ghost. Then shaking his head at Michael's gaze, he turned his attention to me looking at me while pinching his eyes.“Are you Emma Clark? »I nod my head and he smiles before speaking."Ah it's a pleasure Haha I completely forgot I had a new student, I hope you know a little about table tennis"Just what he demonstrated and also some sketches on TV but other than that I never practiced. Even in my previous high school, I rarely participated in sports lessons, in short, the details are self-explanatory. But even from where I was, I could see that the teacher didn't give a damn about teaching, he asked the class delegate to choose a discipline and have his classmates practice it. Once he had filled in the textbook and pointed out that he had been present, he left his students and went no one knows where until the next session.Of course, the teacher was not there, I was not going to risk myself to joi

Classes had just ended and it was time for me to go to my work. Ah, it's weird to say it but I'm so happy, I finally feel like a teenager of my age living the same dreams, the same activities even the same daily life.Not only am I no longer truly alone with the best friend ever, but I can say with certainty that I am living a normal life that I never imagined I would one day live because of my disability. Even physically impaired people can also live decently and with dignity. I think I've brooded and cursed my life enough like it's time for me to live it to the fullest.Michaël and I cross the huge gates of the school and we're in the street when I see that his driver is not waiting for him as usual in front of the school. Of course, it intrigues me and I end up asking him by making gestures, not in sign language but it is quite clear in understanding.“Do you want to know where my driver is? No, I asked him to wait for me later, that gives us time to be alone together longer, don't